A project and a catalog of ideas all at once, the book of
stains is an album of images of objects blemished with unwanted color,
stains.
The antithesis of purity, these stains represent the
failings of the ideals of the clean and pristine. Gentler than a scar or amputation these
stains are no less disfiguring and permanent.
Or is it refiguring and an assertion of impermenance?
Does intention make the violation of the stain different
than the violence of creation?
The violet ink soaks the white linen fabric in an expression
of a failure to hold, the breaking of a seal, the compact between pen and ink
undone.
The fabric forever altered/changed to something other than
its prior pure white.
The change is unexpected, unintended and unwelcome. The stain ruins the shirt and in its
runination the shirt becomes other.
The artist wears her paint spattered clothes as a badge of
honor. Fabric bearing the stains of her
craft as a soldier’s uniform bears the medals of his.
The shirt pinned to a board or crumpled in a vitrine is
remade again in a reframing/naming of the object.
“White with Purple Pierce”
History re-written to reclaim the shirt and the stain as an
expression and act of making meaning.
The stain no longer a violation but a violet medal of meaning informs
the white purity of the possibilities of purple.
The stain ascends to art.
Becomes an accidental artifact. A
marker of meaning.
Stains are evidentiary.
Blood stains especially so.
We prefer to curate our evidence to frame the narrative to
our advantage. Unfiltered evidence
clouds the story. Creates confusion and
conflict. The unintended and unexpected
stain is unwelcome. The intended stain
is a lie. Are these statement both true and the inverse
too?
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